Sam Duckworth's third album finds him stuck in the same folk-pop cycle, one which doesn't seem to be ending any time soon
I want so hard to like [a]Sam Duckworth[/a]’s third album. The way his laptop folk-pop seems so quaintly out of time in a chillwave world, his doggedly chip-shouldered insistence on dragging protest politics into pop, the way he’s just totally not cool. All this makes me want to love him, all the more so because he’d expect [b]NME[/b] to hate this record. Unfortunately, the dated B&Q ad drum’n’bass of the [a]Shy FX[/a]-featuring ‘[b]Collapsing Cities[/b]’, the polished acoustic mawk of ‘[b]The Uprising[/b]’ and the frankly [a]Sting[/a]-ish co-opting of [a]Baaba Maal[/a] for a guest slot on ‘[b]All Of This Is Yours[/b]’ will just not allow me to do it. Damn you, Duckworth!
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